My son has been moved out now for five months and his life has taken a turn for the worse. He looks awful (clearly using something) and refusing to get help for depression or whatever mental illness that is destroying us all. Initially, he improved and I thought he might find some happiness. He spoke about finding work and maybe travelling. This last six weeks he has steadily deteriorated and I can feel my heart becoming more and more heavy. Last night he came home for a meal and I couldn't bite my tongue and told him how bad he looked and that he was a drug addict. He took massive offence to this and left, of course I followed and tried to calm the situation to no avail, I was not prepared to shout and chase him in the street on this occasion, no stomach for drama anymore. He then messages me almost incoherent texts stating his life is done and there is no way back, he has ran out of options. So again I am distraught and this destroys my family. It's hideously consuming and I feel I cannot face this all over again. I considered involving the police but fear the consequences. He would react badly and knowing the services well I doubt he could be sectioned under the mental health act. He refuses all offers of help but is quick to say how terrible the services are even though he has never engaged. He does not give any prescribed medications time to work and tells me he will not have all those chemicals in his system. It's ironic and would be funny under different circumstances. How do you go on living spending all your time thinking you are going to loose your child? It has taken everything I have to get back to any kind of normality this year and suddenly I feel like I'm at the bottom of that pit again with no way out.